Lonly Lady

'...and as it came home to her, that she would never see him again but in memory, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. The rose, his parting gift to her, fell to the ground, forgotten...' just something i sketched, then went back later and colored in. i don't have any story or anything, that little bit just seemed appropriate. yes i realise this is a repeat...i accedently uploaded another pic to replace this one, so i had to reupload it